Papa and Billy Acachalla had been hitchhiking across the state, getting kicked out of the cars they had gotten rides from. Whether it was out of annoyance or fear, neither of them could tell.
At the moment, they had no time to think about their creator’s troubles. “Papa,” Billy complained, “I’m bored.”
“Then make yourself unbored.” Papa told his son.
“How am I supposed to do that?” he whined.
“I don’t know!” the Kentucky man snapped, “Maybe there’s something inside the menu you can entertain yourself with. Maybe a mod or somthin’. Just quit botherin’ me.”
With Annabelle in hand, Papa and Billy continued on their way. As Billy scrolled through some of the mods, “Sonic screwdriver, nah. Waffle gun? That would be more fun if Sally was with us…”
“Thank Venturiantale she isn’t.” Papa mumbled to himself.
Even though his very ‘interesting’ son was keeping his mind occupied, he was worried about Sally and Gertrude. All he could do is hope that is wife and daughter were doing alright. Maybe they already found Venturian and the others. The thought of the creators made him worry as well. He hoped that they were doing okay too- “Hey!” Billy cried, “Johnny Toast put in The Bird Wings Mod!” Papa’s heart fell to the floor. What was he- what was she thinking? “Hold me, Papa!” Billy leapt into his father’s arms and ragdolled in his arms, shoving Papa’s shotgun to the ground.
Papa Acachalla let out a huff of air, “Well, this can only end badly.”
After about a minute of awkward standing around, Billy popped back to life with large white wings on his back, “KA-KAW!” Papa dropped his son on the ground and ran for Annabelle, “Come on, Papa! Let’s fly.”
“No, Billy. Let’s not fly.”
“KA-KAW!” he screeched, retrieving a physics gun from the menu.
“Billy! Stop this right now! You’re acting like a-” Billy activated the gun on his father, forcing him to shut up.
“I can’t stop, Papa! I’m a bird! And I don’t care. Cause I’m a-” He thrusted the gun up into the air, causing Papa Acachalla to lose connection with the thin line that held him to it, “Whoops.” Billy darted into the air and caught up to his dad. He re-established a connection between the gun and Papa, “I got you!”
“I swear,” he shook his head, “You are the dumbest kid in the whole freaking universe.”
“I know.” Billy grinned. The physics gun couldn’t hold Papa’s weight and they began to fall out of the sky. Below them was a dense forest, fortunately. Unfortunately, Papa snapped most of the twigs from out under them, causing them to land on the, hard, rocky dirt. When they looked up, there was a complete clearing for the sun to go through the forest. Billy whistled, “You’re heavy, Papa.”
“I’m not heavy!” Papa snapped, “I’m thick. There’s a difference.”
The Kentucky man was ready to shoot his son in the head when they heard a shrill, high-pitched laughter. It sent chills down each of their spines. Papa and Billy looked each other in the eye. Only one person they knew had a laugh like that. They snuck over to the noise and saw a small clearing to a worn-down building.
They hid behind a few bushes to see what was going on. They saw that Jimmy Casket had a gun aimed at HomelessGoomba and Bethany Frye, who was in Isaac’s arms, while Johnny Ghost and Toast were placing something one the ground. It was the bracelets. What on earth were they thinking?
Gertrude and Sally were on the ground. Papa couldn’t tell if they couldn’t get up or were told not to by the idiotic psychopath. Gertrude was looking around, probably for a way for all of them to escape. When she spotted her husband, she was both elated and horrified. She didn’t want her husband to get involved in this too.
Papa was just about to storm into the place as Gertrude quickly shook her head at him. He saw her eyes say ‘Don’t go in there yet. It’s too dangerous’. Against every bone in his body, against the core aggressive instinct that is Papa Acachalla, he obeyed. Papa pointed his gun at Casket, waiting for his wife’s command.
They saw Jimmy Casket smile, “Good PIEs,” he turned to Isaac and Cierra, “You know, Johnny was right, I’m going to shoot you anyways,” Papa steadied his gun, “Goodbye.” The shotgun shell flew out of the barrel, causing Jimmy to miss BethanyFrye and HomelessGoomba. The shell graze the side of his head and blew up on the concrete floor. Jimmy fell to the ground, making sure the hit wasn’t too bad.
Papa jumped out of his hiding place and headed straight for Gertrude and Sally, trying to help them up, “Are you two alright?” He didn’t let either of his girls answer, “You son of Venturian,” Papa growled at Jimmy, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Jimmy was getting to his feet as Papa Acachalla threw his fist at the madman. He grabbed the fist being swung at him, “Eh-eh-eh,” Jimmy warned, “Are you sure you want to do that?”
“What the heck are you talking about?” He swung again.
Jimmy dodged it with ease, “It’s not like if I hurt you or Ghost,” he explained, a mad look sparkling in his eye, “Frye and I are connected on a very different level,” Jimmy disconnected himself from Jordan’s body.
Venturian regained his consciousness, “Papa Acachalla?”
“Shut up! I’m in the middle of something,” Jimmy exclaimed, turning his attention back to Papa, “You hit me, you hit Venturian. Kill me, you kill him. And you know what would happen if he died.” Papa bit his tongue. He and the other avatars have heard about characters from other channels fading from existence after the channel or the creator of said channel died. It’s never happened to them but, the lore was a good horror story when Venturiantale was offline. However, it had become a real threat over the months.
In the meantime, Cierra grabbed Jordan and brought him to his other siblings. The feeling of family was satisfying. Jordan never thought he’d be able to be with them again, at least not in this world. Even in this warmth, nobody could shake the feeling of dread they all felt, creators and avatars alike.
“Go on,” Jimmy taunted, “Hit me, fat man, hit me. I know you want to. What are you waiting for? Don’t you want to know my secret?”
In his blind rage, for what Jimmy has done to the creators, for what he has done to his family, Papa dropped Anabelle and punched him square in the jaw, “Hold him down, Billy.” He called out to the bushes.
“I got him, Papa!” Billy yelped, jumping out from where he was hiding. That kid may have been tiny but, his hyperactivity gave him supernatural strength. He tackled Jimmy to the ground, pinning him to the ground, “You happy, Papa?”
“Yes, Billy, I’m happy.” They heard a yelp from the creators. Venturian had fallen to his knees, clutching his jaw and the side of his head, exactly where Jimmy was hit.
Ghost ran to Venturian, “Are you alright?” he asked.
“No,” Jordan murmured, “It really hurts.”
Everyone heard Jimmy’s laugh. In Billy’s distraction, the madman shoved him off, “See? I told you that’s what was going to happen. Anything you do to me, it’ll happen to him. What are you going to do now, huh?”
“It’s fine guys!” Jordan begged, “Don’t worry about me! If it means he can’t hurt anyone else, kill him! Don’t let me get in the way!”
Johnny Ghost crouched in front of his creator. It was weird, to see Venturian beg. He always seemed indestructible yet, with one wrong move, he’d be a goner. And so would he. “You don’t understand,” Ghost explained, “You are the only one keeping us alive. If you were to die, we’d go too.”
Jordan was at a loss for words. Like a wild animal, his eyes darted around his surroundings, as if a solution could be found in the bricks or the trees.
Strangely enough, one did. “I’m terribly sorry, sir.” A British accent apologized to Venturian as she caught Jimmy in a chokehold. While all of this was happening, Johnny Toast had gone back into the forest and sneaked out of everyone’s sight to sneak up on him.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Jimmy demanded, “What are you doing?” He squirmed and smacked Toast but, she held her ground. She used a few pressure points to distract Jimmy he began to feel lightheaded and stop fighting. His reaction was quite humorous, in all honesty. When he felt the pain, he let out a cry like his host did when the siblings wrestled around when they were little.
Unfortunately, a similar thing happened to Venturian. He felt the asphyxiation and pressure points, making him let out the exact same cry, only moments after Jimmy. Toast kept apologizing over and over again as she was holding him. Everyone who could congregated around Jordan to ease him down as he lost his balance. Soon, each of them were out cold.
Everybody sighed, “What are we going to do now?” Cierra asked.
“Don’t worry,” Toast disclosed, “I know what to do. Acachalla?”
“Yes?” Papa asked.
“I need you to look up ‘Soul Binder’.”
“Why? What does that have to do with-,”
“Just to it!” she snapped, “I don’t know how long that will keep him out,” Papa opened up his menu and typed each letter, piece by piece. Papa was never really acquainted with a keyboard. It’s much more different than a remote control, making it all the more difficult, “For goodness sake,” Toast snapped, “Let me get that!” She finished it for Papa and pulled it out of the menu. The Soul Binder materialized on the ground. It was a large glass cylinder with a sharp tip on one end. Almost like a large syringe. Toast picked it up and made her way towards Jordan. She took his hand and pricked his finger with it. He awoke in a gasp, feeling much lighter within than he had when he passed out.
Isaac and Cierra ran over to him. Isaac placed Bethany down so she could hug him and, boy, did she take the opportunity, “Thank goodness you’re alright! Are you okay?” Bethany asked.
Jordan was dumbfounded by how he felt. It left like a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders. A weight he was fairly confident that he’d have to bear that for the rest of his life. Obviously he was wrong, “Y- yeah,” he stuttered, “Uh, Toast, w- what did you do?”
“I took away the bond that linked Jimmy to you,” she explained, “However he connected himself to you, it’s no more.” Sally, Gertrude, and the siblings let out a cry of joy. Venturian was free of that evil madman. Even Papa Acachalla let out a satisfied smirk.
Johnny had mixed feelings, “It was that easy?” Ghost snapped, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It wasn’t that easy. You wouldn’t have wanted to install that mod.”
“Because the downloading of this specific mod took a month to do so and make sure it’d work. You wouldn’t have had the patience to wait.”
Johnny had no defense. His partner knew him too well, “So, what are we supposed to do now? Just delete it and Jimmy is taken care of?”
Toast shook her head, “I’m afraid not. I wish it was that easy,” she looked at the Binder, “Deleting it wouldn’t do anything to affect Jimmy. He’d simply be free to do whatever he wished. To make sure Jimmy won’t act recklessly, he needs to be bonded to someone else. Ideally, someone who has experience with him so he doesn’t get out of hand…”
Ghost didn’t need any more explaining. He knew what Toast was asking him to do. It was time to take up Jimmy Casket again. There was no way around it. He was the only one who knew how to handle him from within. Even Venturian didn’t really know how to handle handle him like he did. Dread filled his heart. Ghost wished he didn’t have to do this but, there was no other choice. If refused, nobody else could keep Jimmy down and he’d escape. This whole thing would happen again. That couldn’t happen. He wouldn’t allow it. He let out a heavy sigh, “I’ll do it.”
“Thank you, sir. I know this is hard for you.” Toast ran to Jimmy to get a prick from him.
Meanwhile, Venturian walked up to Johnny Ghost, “This is very brave of you. I don’t know how to thank you.”
“You don’t have to,” he smiled, “I got that bravery from somewhere.” Jordan brought his creation into a hug.
Toast returned with Jimmy’s bond, “Are you ready, sir?”
Ghost nodded, “Yes I am.” Toast pricked Ghost’s finger with the Soul Binder. The weight of Jimmy’s madness was immediate and all too familiar. Fortunately, since they have less of a ‘personal’ connection, Ghost is able to stay standing.
Johnny gripped his head, he’d never get used to this burden. At least, once they got back, nobody else could get hurt. Toast came to her partner’s side, “Come on, sir, let’s get you back home,” she turned to the creators, who were still in a reveling bunch, “We’re going to need to use the laptop at your home.”
“Why do you need it?” Bethany asked.
“We need a way back,” Toast explained, “I could only program the bracelets that Papa and Billy have to get us from our home to yours. Not the other way around.”
The siblings looked at one another, “Okay,” Jordan shrugged, “let’s get you home.”
They decided to take the cars back. There was no need to risk a teleportation error. They’ve already pushed their luck far enough. The siblings got into one car, and the avatars spawned in another one to use. Cierra was driving, Jordan in the passenger, and Isaac and Bethany in the back. The car ride was quiet but, satisfying. It was all over. However, one concern sat on Isaac’s mind, “What are we going to do about the charges?”
It wasn’t something that had crossed any of their minds beforehand. They had no time to think about it. Bethany did her best to shrug it off, “We’ll figure something out.”
Cierra wasn’t as confident, “I don’t know,” she started, “Do you remember the updates? Jimmy put Jordan on a lot of murder charges. If he’s lucky, he’d end up in a mental institution for the multiple personality thing.”
“How bad was it?” Jordan asked.
“Twelvish, I think. He had no mercy on those people.”
He bit his lip, “That isn’t good. And I doubt anyone will believe us.” Jordan sunk into his seat, “All those lives. I killed twelve innocent people. I wish I could’ve done more to stop him.”
Bethany put her hand on her brother’s shoulder, “It wasn’t your fault. I don’t know how but, we’ll get through it. We’ll always be there for you, no matter the consequences.” “Yeah,” Cierra agreed, “Even if nobody else believes you, we’ll have your back. You didn’t want to hurt anyone.”
“Uh-huh,” Isaac added, “You’re stuck with us!”
Jordan smiled, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” They spent the rest of the car ride in peace.
In the other car, things were a little more hectic. The two Johnny’s were up in the front, Toast driving, and all four Acachallas were stuck in the back. Billy and Sally were fast asleep. At the car windows, their parents were ‘cuddling’ in the middle. To any normal person, it looked like they were angry at each other but, they each knew that their partner was happy.
Papa Acachalla was finally happy to have his wife and, rather annoying, children together again without the threat of Jimmy Casket looming over their heads. They could all focus on being idiots again, happy, chaotic idiots.
In the meantime, a little annoying voice was bouncing around in Ghost’s head. Jimmy had woken up and was nagging Ghost, seemingly, with no end. You just had to ruin my fun, didn’t you? And I was having so much fun! You such a pain in the- Johnny was trying to keep his composure but the pressure Jimmy was inflicting on his head was unbearable. “Shut up!” Johnny Ghost shouted. Everyone in the car jumped at the sudden cry and Johnny Toast nearly swiveled off the road. She gave him a sharp look, “I- I’m sorry,” Ghost apologized, “Just getting used to Jimmy again. Not that easy.”
Toast sighed, “I know it isn’t,” she asserted, “Just hold on a little longer, sir. We should be there in about an hour or so.”
At this, the two kids jumped awake, “Another hour!” Sally complained.
“That’s like forever!” Billy whined.
Papa groaned, “For goodness sake, Toast, they just knocked themselves out!”
The siblings were shocked when they got to the house. Everyone had gathered in Jordan’s room, “Y- you can do that?!” Bethany stuttered. She was back in one of her wheelchairs.
“Yes, we can, miss,” Toast explained, “That sort of program exists between all worlds. Most worlds, you can manipulate what happens in that very moment. Unfortunately, we can only jump through the portal and, ‘reset’ time.”
“How do you know that?” Cierra questioned.
“I saw that on my way across. The original plan was to just manipulate the situation in the very moment if anything went wrong but, we can only pull it back to a certain time up to six months in the past. Apparently the physics of the zero world won’t allow that. Too many paradoxes, I’m guessing.”
“Why didn’t you tell us in the first place?” Isaac asked.
Papa Acachalla was swirling around in Venturian’s chair, right by his laptop, the place where it all began, “Because, Joan over here, is a forgetful little tea drinker.” He retorted.
She glared at him, “Very funny, Acachalla.”
“I thought so.” He shrugged.
Toast returned her attention to the creators, “Well, what do you think?” she offered.
“This can’t be happening,” Isaac plopped onto his brother’s bed, “What’s the catch?”
“Nothing that I’m aware of,” Toast answered.
“Are you sure? All of this would just be over? Just like that?” Cierra snapped her fingers.
Papa Acachalla bit his lip, “I can think of one thing-”
Johnny Ghost chuckled, “You? Thinking?”
“Yes,” he responded in an oddly serious tone, “As shocking as it is, I do know what I’m talkin’ about every now and again,” he pulled himself out of the seat to face the creators, Venturian in particular, “How can you remember something that doesn’t happen?”
Jordan gave Papa the eyebrow, “Why would I want to remember what has happened to me? I’d love to forget it.”
“You’d love to-,” He didn’t know what to say. He spat onto the floor, “Fine, whatever! Don’t let me stop you.”
Gertrude approached her husband. What was wrong with him? Shouldn’t Papa be happy for his creation? It wouldn’t have to face charges for something he didn’t really do. She didn’t see the problem, “Honey…”
“No, no!” He growled sarcastically, “He’s the creator. Let him throw away the chance to become stronger person. Even though you could really use it.”
“Papa Acachalla!” She asserted, making her tough boy jump, “that is no way to treat a creator, let alone your own. Even though he made you doesn’t mean you two are the same. You may both be a family men but, he has traits that he didn’t put into you and you have some that aren’t very him. Don’t expect your creator to be just like you. Venturian doesn’t ask for that. Give him some decency.”
Papa scoffed, “Me? A family man? Please.”
“Oh come on, I can see past all that. You would’ve left years ago if you actually wanted to,” she leaned her forehead onto his, “I know you.”
Papa stood tall. Even though he didn’t show how much her affection was affecting him, Papa could see his wife’s point. There were fans and other people who have contributed to who he is. Besides, if Jordan was to be away from them for much longer, Venturian may become even more different than Papa than they were when he first appearance.
Gertrude always knew how to tame him. Papa hated it but, couldn’t help but love her because of it. She had a sort of strength Papa couldn’t even imagine before they met. He sighed in defeat, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She gave her husband a peck on the lips and a pat on the chest. She turned to the creators, “Do you want that reset? It is all up to you guys.”
The Frye siblings looked at one another. The opportunity to erase all the troubles they’ve been through? Bethany’s paralysis? The lives lost? How could they refuse? They nodded at one another, “We want that reset.” Jordan announced. He bounced to the computer to download the famous game that had been removed from the family router: Gmod. As it was downloading, peace and nostalgia overflowed him. The Parakeet’s Pill mod, the mindless yet fun skits, all of it, even Jimmy Casket. Finally, it downloaded and he opened the app, “Well, what now?”
Ghost got up, “There isn’t anything else to do. It’s open, we just need to jump in,” he dragged Toast to the computer, “It was a pleasure to work with you Vent.”
“Goodbye!” Toast said as they leapt back into their world. Gertrude followed, saying goodbye to BethanyFrye. Then Sally and Billy. They each gave their creator a bear hug.
Billy was much shorter than HomelessGoomba, being a twelve year old kid, so it just brought of feelings of youth he hadn’t felt in quite a while, even before all of this began. Being nineteen, going on twenty, had made him forgetful of it. As Sally and Billy left, Isaac made a promise to himself, even though he was sure he wouldn’t remember it, to hold onto that youthful feeling for a little while longer. He finally understood what it meant to have faith like a child.
Finally, all that was felt was Papa. He stood there, ready to leave. Just as he was about to, he turned to Venturian. “Good luck, son. Looks like I’m the one hitting he reset.”
“Will everything really be gone?” Venturian asked.
Papa shrugged, “Eh, pretty much. We’ll still remember it and these ‘memories’ might pop into the head of one of your fans as a story idea. With some luck they may actually turn it into a fanfiction for you to read but, who knows?”
He put his hand on his shoulder, “Hey, everything is going to be alright, okay? You’re doing good. Keep at ‘em.” Papa punched his shoulder as he began to leave, “Keep at ‘em, Venturiantale.” Papa Acachalla returned to his world.